Right about the time Julio Lugo led off the bottom of the 8th inning with a single, Ciera came out of her room to inform me she was ready for me to come tuck her in, say her prayers, and go to bed.
I asked her if she wanted to watch the bottom of the inning with me, and so it was that we found ourselves with her head resting on the bannister, my arm around her shoulders, and both of us hoping for a miracle.
Next thing you know, Jacoby and Pedie single, making the score 4-2, Diamondbacks. JD strikes out, Manny hits a funky ground ball to 3rd that results in him being thrown out at first and Ellsbury and Pedroia at 2nd and 3rd with two out.
Thanks to a Mikey Lowell wall ball double, the score is tied, I'm freaking out, and Ciera is laughing and giggling like there is no tomorrow. I gotta say; when Tek hit that single that scored Lowell, I'm not sure who was happier, her or me.
One Jonathan Papelbon save later, and the Sox win 5-4 in one of, if not THE most exciting game I've seen so far this year.
It's the newly famous "Ciera Mojo" at work.
There was no easy way to tell her that from now on, whenever the Sox are losing going into the bottom of the 8th inning at Fenway, she's gotta get out of bed and lay her head on the bannister while I give her a hug. So I kissed her good night, we said our prayers, and I closed her door, silently apologizing for the lack of future sleep she'll have to endure.
I wonder how many more years I've got before she realizes I've completely lost my mind.
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